French Fries and Cigarettes

I started a blog last week about the A-Team and I stopping at the bar in...um... Start-up? I accidentally erased it! So, on our way home from Snowboarding last week, Monday the 23rd, we were starving and stopped at a bar to eat. Nothing else was open. When we went in, everyone was smoking. Alma posed the question to the bartender "isn't there no smoking in bars in Washington?" to which the bartender replied "Yes, that is a law, but we don't comply". Pretty funny. There was not one single person in the bar that wasn't smoking. And the O's in "Booby Trap" had nipples. We knew we were in a sophisticated establishment and were in for an exquisite culinary experience. Fish and chips and chicken strips. We never got our cole slaw. The french fries were good! You can spell with them! April and Alma spelled my name! Awwwww!!!!!

I'd almost forgotten what it was like to walk out of a bar smelling like an ash tray!